Another squaw who was real old, named Elizabeth, washed for Mrs. Bradfield for years. She had a papoose named Lone. One old Indian had white spots on him. He often said, "Me Mormon, some day me be as white as you." Mrs. Alice Cottrell had an old...

creeks out of the canyons, widens to encompass an area of good farmland, then tapers off and disappears in the desert gorges and mesas that stretch westward. With the advent of spring, the snow banks melt and disappear, and the mountainsides become...

Don't be a scrub! Be Somebody! Do Something! -- The world may owe you a living; but you will have to go around and collect the bill yourself. -- Time and tide wait for no man -- neither does any real man wait for time and tide. -- The kind of...

On Friday, April 25, laid hands on Sister Miller who had just become the mother of a fine daughter, the fourth child born in our new town, and without the aid of doctor or midwife, as our county does not afford any such professional characters....

PREFACE
I t was a clear, warm day. The atmosphere was so transparent that the mountains many miles ahead seemed to he just a stone's throw away. A young sandy-haired man with clear blue eyes was walking a l o n ~ leading a large sorrel horse...

stove at the Thomas James Hotel, and Mrs. Thomas James had Indian women help her. One little squaw came and washed all day for a dollar, rubbing the pieces on a board. She could do the flat work ironing too. Mrs. Bell James says when she ran the...

that had been killed and put them on the feet of the cattle. The following day the road took them over high mountains and deep ravines through deep snow, but they traveled nine miles to Dry Creek. There was a severe snow storm the morning of...